Where the Ocean Meets the Sky

When I get to where the ocean meets the sky,
I just know I'll love it there.
Open my mouth and inhale the deepest, sweetest, freshest air anyone ever has.
And I'll look on the horizon--
--Where the ocean meets the sky--
and see the most breathtaking world I could ever know- but it's my world, that I've known my whole life.
And I'll touch my fingertips on the water.
The cool bliss that feels smooth like nothing, but also like an unnamed, liquid wonderful everything.
Lift my fingers to the surface of the water--
--Where the ocean meets the sky--
And I'll hear the ripple of the water, the hoarse voice of the wind saying,
"It's beautiful, where the ocean meets the sky".
Then I'll smell the natural solitude of the placid sea, the endless tranquility of the sky, scaled by clouds, that rest a little above where the ocean meets the sky.
Then, when I've smelled, and touched and sensed enough of this world, my world,
A great being- maybe, hopefully God will extend His arms to pick me up and hold me, and take me from
where the ocean meets the sky.
When I'm ready, He'll lift me up to his world a new world for me,
And this is Heaven.
For real.